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pretty good chicken soup

2 Nov

paleo chicken soup caldoI’m really putting out some winners here, huh. Back with a vengeance! No, no, give this soup a chance. It’s not ginger-scented or full of a million root vegetables, but it’s damn good. Pretty pretty prettyyyyy pretty good. And if you look at the picture and think to yourself “why didn’t she strain the soup and get a nice lovely clear broth?”, then know that you’re dead to me. And know that I bought myself a nice strainer in the aftermath of feeling a little contrite that I was so contrary to myself about not straining it. An epic inward struggle.
bone chicken broth paleoCan someone find me a house to live in? I also need someone to find me a car to buy. And while I’m at it, please purchase me some more underwear and socks. That one dresser drawer is pitiful. I’m pitiful. My throat is all dry and scratchy and I woke up in the middle of the night the other night with it all but completely closed up. It’s been a real blast the last few nights! I’m attempting chamomile tea and honey and lemon. Say your prayers that I may make it through to another day to the almightly Jesus above us thou art in heavenly father of the lord and savior, amen. But no, really, I do want to find a little house to rent. One that will motivate me to step it up in life and maybe shop for new underwear and socks. Ugh. Just the worst.

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root vegetable chicken soup

9 Apr

paleo root vegetable chicken soup Someone’s got to eat the end of the root vegetables. Or heck, maybe you’ve just gotten some out of the ground that have been growing over the winter. You’re my hero. Here’s your answer, nonetheless, a silky, salty, garlicky chicken soup full of big hunks of soft, starchy root vegetables.
fresh parsley onion home made chicken broth Now that it’s getting warmer out I’m starting to regret my decision to get bangs. The other day was like 62 and they felt like a a sheet of plastic on my face. Sweaty plastic. I’m not sure headbands will work so well for the mid day workouts I like to do during my work days, lest I look like I have a drawbridge on my forehead. And please, I’m not washing my hair in the middle of the day. Who do you think I am?
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roasted carrot and caramelized onion soup with caraway

2 Jan

paleo roasted carrot and caramelized onion soup with carawaySometimes it’s the little details that make me happy in a recipe. Like nicely roasted carrots and caramelized onions in an otherwise very simple soup. And homemade chicken broth. And then, anything with caraway seeds in it is superlative in my book. The best seed.
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watermelon gazpacho

14 Jul

Pretty sure this will be my last watermelon post for a bit. And hopefully the last fruit one for a bit, too. Not positive on that last one. I haven’t posted anything with cherries in it. And I like cherries. Really like cherries. Shoot. Uh, I’ll incorporate meat. I got it, don’t worry. Ohhh man, then peach season is upon us too…
My garden’s at the point now where if I am busy for a couple days in a row, it gets completely overgrown. Tiny little zucchinis turn into like county fair blue ribbon contenders. My arugula keeps fighting me, trying to bolt. I’ve pretty much given up on my broccoli rabe. I can’t keep up. But man, a veggie garden is the most fun thing ever. It makes me feel like such a city slicker – being so amazed and amused at the plants. Not that I am or was a city slicker. And not that I didn’t have a veggie garden growing up. I don’t know, those little plants still make me giddy. I can’t wait until I have a house of my own. Then I will turn the backyard into a produce aisle. I saw my first pear tree the other day. I was by myself and I squealed out loud at those little pears just dangling from the branches.
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lettuce soup

11 Apr

I like how lettuce soup sounds like gruel or something. Thin, watery, tasteless broth with wilted leaves of iceberg lettuce floating listlessly about. Served lukewarm to you in a rough hewn stoneware bowl while you hang your head and try to will it down your throat. Gross. I hope you don’t bypass this. It’s nothing like that. Instead, it’s bright and springy and a fun way to use big beautiful heads of lettuce and perhaps whatever kinds of greens you have around.
I’m going to the Grand Canyon the first week in June. Rim to rim trip. It’s going to be stupid and hot and long. Stupid because what the heck was I thinking to agree to hiking 23 miles one day and then doing it all over again (the way back we’re splitting into two days, but still). So hotttttt. And sunnyyyyyy. Ahhhhh. Oh and I think some of the people we’re going with are going to be running some of it. And how am I supposed to not run it if other people are running. I’m very susceptible to fitness peer pressure! We’re also going to be hiking day trips around Utah before the Grand Canyon hike. There’s going to be so much Southwest in my life. Colorado is kinda southwesty. I still find that weird to think about. I don’t identify with the southwest very much. Except kokopellis. I mean, I do have a rather large kokopelli collection. Including a tattoo of one on my ankle. Joking.
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gingery chicken and bok choy soup

17 Feb

I’ve never made like a regular old chicken soup. I had a Chicken Soup for the Teenage Soul book that my mom gave me that I never read because I was waaayyy too cool in high school to read that (I am still too cool to read any of those books. And anything by Mitch Albom, BARF – I know that because I was forced to read one of his books for a class and I railed into the teacher for a) liking it and b) making me read it). Sorry mom. My mom doesn’t even read my blog. I’m like the only blogger in the world whose mom doesn’t read her kid’s blog. I don’t think she likes my recipes. Or I’m boring. Or both. Or she still feels bad that I didn’t read Chicken Soup for the Teenage Soul. I am at least fairly confident that she would think Mitch Albom is schlock, too.

Speaking of books, Joe got me a Nook for Christmas. I went bonkers and started reserving all this e-crap on the Denver Library’s site and then all of a sudden it all became available at the same time. I downloaded them all, so I’m frantically trying to read through them one at a time so that I don’t have to wait another two months for any of them to become available again. I’m reading The Girl Who Kicked the Hornet’s Nest. I have no idea why. I only kind of somewhat liked the first half of the first book. But for some reason I feel compelled to finish them. I don’t know how many more times I can take the author lasciviously describe Lisbeth Salander as anorexic. At least he seems to have dropped the whole trying to shock us with how pierced and tattooed and punkgoth she is (what is this 1993? ooohhhh goths! piercings!!). But that might be because she’s indisposed in a hospital bed right now. Sigh. What am I doing to myself? I could be reading Blood, Bones, and Butter. I think this might be my favorite movie review in a long time.

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farmhouse butternut squash soup

1 Dec

Butternut squash soup is one of the easiest and best soups ever. Broth, squash, salt. It could be that simple. But what the heck would be the point of posting something like that. Instead, there is this moderately more fancy version that I like to make but that is still totally easy. It feels a little more rustic and has more complex flavors. Just a bit of tartness from a Granny Smith apple and a tid of apple cider vinegar. Oh, and then there’s nutmeg just to pull out the sweetness in case you were worried it would get buried with the apple and vinegar.
Did you realize that it’s December?? This means that each and every day I try to do something Christmas-y. (Un)fortunately, several of these activities will be cookie and pie-centric. It just has to happen. I ate so much winter fruit crisp at Thanksgiving that I was kind of hoping I’d get sweets out of my system, but in actuality it created a sweets monster. Total monster. I want to kill it, but Christmas is telling it to make pies and cookies. Basically, I want to create an edible version of So, having a soup like this around is a good thing, because what’s the point of eating a full, real meal if you’re just going to stuff yourself with dessert after. Dammit. I’m hosed.
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